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John Cleese, of Monty Python fame, wants to team up with Barack Obama
Barack Obama's skills as an orator already have left enraptured audiences in his wake from coast to coast. Now comes word that if he's willing to expand his circle of collaborators, the act he takes on the road could forever redefine the boundaries of political speech.
We gush, of course. But it's hard not to be agog when contemplating the final product that could result if Obama's rhetorical talents get teamed up with those of John Cleese.
Cleese -- of Monty Python, "A Fish Called Wanda" and "Fawlty Towers" fame (the latter is our personal fave) -- let this drop in an interview with the Western Daily Press (a newspaper that circulates in Gloucestershire, Somerset, Bath and other parts of England):
"I am due to come to Europe in November, but I may be tied up until then because if Barack Obama gets the nomination I'm going to offer my services to him as a speechwriter because I think he is a brilliant man."
Cleese, who now lives most of the year in California, already is on record contributing $2,300 to Obama (the maximum for the primary campaign).
Word of Cleese's interest in becoming a wordsmith for Obama surfaced on this side of the pond in a New York Daily News story. Obama spokeswoman Jen Psaki is quoted ...
in that piece saying that if Cleese "can throw in a cameo in the next Monty Python movie, we have a deal." (Unclear if Psaki meant for herself or the candidate.)
The Western Daily Press piece, though, is worth checking out for those interested in hearing Cleese -- all joking aside -- expand on his continuing interest in local soccer and cricket.
Perhaps if Obama is successful on Nov. 4 Cleese can get a job in the Ministry of Silly Walks.
-- Don Frederick
I've written a little in my myspace as opposed to mindsay. I know, I'm a terrible person.
If you're really that interested, it can be located here:
http://www.myspace.com/valihel
She fought time through the Santa Monica traffic, and pulled into the huge public parking garage on 3rd and Broadway, right across from the Broadway Deli. It was late Friday afternoon, and walking across the Promenade she could smell the delicious aromas of the trendy restaurants and thought again to stop, have something to eat, think things through and go home. But she looked at the address again and kept walking, just like she'd left work early when the email came, went home and prepared herself, then got in her car and drove here. The only way she'd go through with it was to just do it step by step, one after the other. She picked up her pace. She had to be exactly on time.
With the marine layer fogging things up, the change in daylight savings time, it was dark early and somehow made what was about to happen more exciting and her not so obvious as she got closer to her destination. She saw the address and looked at the nondescript building from across the street.
As she waited for the light to change she looked at the traffic on the Promenade, the pretty girls, shoppers and how the neon lights stood out in the wispy fog, and that delicious smell of food. She looked again at the building she was about to enter and thought that she was looking at the place where she would be shortly, and just outside, right where she's standing now, people, other girls, would never think that just over there, in that building, somewhere inside, she would be doing, what? She glanced at her watch and there were only minutes left. She stood looking at the building thinking she could just leave, but she knew she wouldn't. The light changed and she stepped off the curb.
It was after hours and the building was closed. She pushed the four digit entry code she was sent in the email with her instructions. The buzzer went off immediately and the door opened, she had been expected. Without another thought she entered, heard the door shut firmly and lock behind her and remembered her instructions;
"I am looking forward to meeting you in the flesh finally. Here is the address. When you arrive, enter #7965 into the keypad and come to the elevator to the the 7th floor, turn to the left, third door on the right. Knock and there will be a woman who will assist you this evening so that you can feel secure and open yourself. I expect you to be precisely on time, and I know you will."
She had started out trading messages with him on line, read his blog and was intrigued. She'd been looking for a man with the same interest for 'active participation'. His pictures were to her liking. Although his pictures never showed his face, his body, his cock and his hips excited her. Their messages built a familiarity a bit at a time, they shared stories, memories and desires. She wanted to meet, break the ice, and he made an intriguing suggestion that she couldn't get out of her mind.
"How about a drink Friday, maybe dinner, then, maybe?" She smiled and giggled as she typed the invitation in.
"Hmmm. I was thinking, almost, the same thing. I do agree though, its time to meet and break the ice. How about something more, enticing?"
"What did you have in mind?" She was now indeed a bit intrigued.
"There's only one, single, time when meeting and sex can be so very intense."
"And???" She replied, and waited.
"Be my slave for the evening." He wrote nothing else, minutes passed and the suggestion stood alone.
"Hmmm. I don't know what that means" She couldn't sort out if this was going bad, and she'd had her hopes up and looking forward to finally meeting him.
"I'll send you my office address and a code that will allow you to enter. Come up and you'll be serviced well. You'll put on a blindfold, present yourself nude, open yourself and accept the pleasure that awaits. Intensity like this, is only available once, before we meet face to face."
"I thought I was making a pretty explicit offer to begin with drinks and dinner." She wasn't ready to say yes, but the images began forming in her mind, and she wasn't exactly saying no. "What do you have your slaves do?" She was stalling.
"Hmmm. I thought so. How sweet you will be. If I say too much it would take away from the anticipation, and, in order to make the most of the time, it needs to be spontaneous as I see your reactions and you need to just respond, not anticipate. You will submit and respond, suck my cock, be very well fucked and happy for it"
"Just like that?" She was still stalling.
"Yes. (smiling). Just like that. I'm sure you will not let it end there."
"And if I say no? And all I want is to meet first, then fuck?" She was about to make the decision she'd knew would be the hardest.
"Well I don't think you will pass the opportunity. But, I look forward to meeting you, and I think we'll fuck anyway. But it won't quite be as raw or ever as intense."
"I haven't said yes." She had only been thinking about the possibilities, and continued to stall, but the decision was made, she just had to tell herself that she was excited and the anxiety was already making her wet.
"I'll expect you on Friday. I'll send you an email with the address and instructions, and expect you to be precisely on time. Don't be late." {offline}
It was Friday early evening and here she stood and about to knock on the door and . . .
Hey all…
I don’t know if age makes you wiser…or just a little more irritable when it comes to those who try to pull a fast one on you. To get the wool pulled over your eyes, to get hoodwinked, to get some super-duper sales pitch from the semi-professional sales associate in the electronics department of your local big box mart, so on and so forth, etc. etc….. Why can’t I just get what I asked for without getting a list of reasons that I am going to have to have all of the accessories for my new gizmo? Sure, I know that there is suggestive sales when it comes time to make your purchase…can’t buy that new ceiling fan without getting new light bulbs for it, can you? You mean I can’t buy a $100 car stereo without having to buy a new dash mounting kit, a new wiring harness and hook up, an antenna hook up, speaker wiring harnesses…so now my $100 stereo is really going to cost me well over $200? Uhem…perhaps I will just keep my factory AM/FM with 8-track stereo instead.
I do know that there are many shady deals done at the expense of the un-aware customer. Heck, I’ve seen first hand how the old “bait and switch” slight of hand has been cause for feathers getting ruffled. Of course if you have seen Fargo then you had seen a good example of this when Jerry Lundegaard was throwing in the super under coating without the customers knowing about it…then billing them for a service or item that they did not want. That sure is some good true coat…isn’t it Jerry?
Now, I know that there are professionals out there that have rates and fees that are proportional to the time that they spent in graduate school and that is reflected in the bills that they send out. I have no quarrels when it comes time to pony up for services that meet or exceed my expectations by any professional. My concern, is when you are referred to this person or that person and they may (or may not) be able to assist you with your needs. How convenient is that! It just so happens that in this specific situation revolves around one doctor making a referral for another doctor. Ah, well it would seem that nothing could really be done to help out by doc number two, but he can refer you to another who might be able to lend a hand. It just seems that when the bill comes, there would be some sort of justification for the amount that was billed by said doctor number two. Again, time is money…I guess the five or ten minutes I spent with them was well worth expense…well, maybe not. If you really didn't do anything, shouldn't your bill be a little more in line with that? Well, huh? Perhaps doc number three or specialist number four will work out better. Where's my checkbook?
It’s Sunday and it’s slow…if you can’t tell from my rant.
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